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1. Falling in Love by Falling Up
Her eyes shone a brilliant purple and her laugh sounded like the music of a thousand silver bells. He never knew why bells of silver were said to have the best sound. He only knew that her voice carried their tone and held his whole and complete attention. He could do nothing without her inside his head, echoing, glowing, breathing, living. She was beautiful. She was perfect. She was everything he could ever want. She was everything he did want. He wanted no one else.
And as he brought the painting to life with every stroke, he fell deeper and deeper into the canvas himself.
2. Grace by Within Temptation
She floated and danced a pattern into the ice, crazed portraits of death and decay. Their faces had always been pretty but such beautiful was always marred by indecent eyes. She sought to make a landscape of such grandeur not one being could look upon and see its magnificence. Up and down she spun and raced, creating mountains and v
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1. Here We Are by Breaking Benjamin
This was it. Finally, after all was done and finished. It was over. But somehow, it was still empty, hollow and burnt out. But why? I couldn't be sure. Here we were at the end of the journey, the battle won and the victory wholly ours. At what cost though? We could go home to those we had left in order to complete this quest but it just felt wrong. I just didn't feel it. Could we really go back after what we had done? All the blood split, our hands and clothes soak in it? We had won the day, the world. We were alive and complete. We could finally get a good night's sleep.
But really, what price had we paid for freedom?
2. Love Save the Empty by Erin McCarley
She was curled up on the side of the street. She was wrapped in soiled bandages that looked to be falling apart. She stank of weeks of slim and grim and it was hard to see what she looked like under the layers of dirt. The boy stared at her, absorbed in the strangeness
Memoirs of an ImmortalMemoirs of an Immortal
He looked out at the people roaming the near empty streets from his place on the balcony and honestly wondered why they kept going. He knew the answer of course. Because they had no choice. Or better, because they chose to. They felt they had something to live for, something to gain.
They didn't. He knew this. It was the fate of all beings. The rule of life. To live, to die.
Yet that rule didn't apply to him. Yes, he lived, as he had lived for a few centuries now but that was all. Death never came knocking at his door. It never would. And so, he would live and keep on living in an endless loop.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his dark hair. On the day of his birth he was given the name Triack. It meant 'blessed' in a language the human race had long since forgotten. He shook his head at that.
Blessed? More like cursed. A gypsy-witch had cast a spell on him as a young man, granting him eternal life. A similar fate had be fallen his little
My Favourite ThingsThe sound of rain as it pounds on the ground
The thicket and bushes where treasure is found
The power that the blazing fire brings
These are a few of my favourite things
The smell of old books stacked up high in the case
The rumble and tumble of thunder and base
The moonlit beams of a winter fresh spring
These are a few of my favourite things
Cheesecake and candy and the dark fall of night
Bright stars that twinkle in the brilliant twilight
Creatures that stir on their bug bat-like wings
These are a few of my favourite things
When spiders bite
When wasps sting
When I'm feeling sad
I simple remember my favourite things
And then I don''t feel so bad.
Something LostTime floats on the endless wings of love, always moving on unfrozen
But then my heart is cold as ice, the thing it has chosen.
I was once felt alive, once I felt breath passing through my lungs.
Maybe it was all just a dark dream, right before she pulled the gun.
Aimed and fired as the crimson fire poured, as the lights began to dim.
Not a sound, not a note drifting to the ear as my smile became grim.
The walls so carefully placed around my heart crumbled to bitter dust,
Fell away to black nothingness, blowing away in the gust.
Not a speck of light left shining on my skin,
Not a speck of cheer here as I saw her grin.
I thought I could live, I thought I could survive with her by my side,
But that ever caused me, was this great big divide.
So as this red fluid clogs up my throat,
I realize now that it's my turn to croak.
I don't think I'll live for I'm not truly alive,
It all fell apart when I took the dive.
I keep no promises for I know they'll be broken,
And I'll never say all the thin
The click of the keyboard echoed in the darkened room. Not one single move was made other than the fingers tapping away at the keys. The sound seemed be exploding as there was not another noise to off-set it. She tried to be as quiet as possible, tried not to wake the dead that slept just above her head. The evil that swarmed about the house, invading her mind and poisoning her soul. Only the computer in front of her kept her there. It was the only way to escape from the madness she lived in.
Tell Me WhyBlack ink running down the page,
Infested wounds that will not heal,
So numb that I cannot feel.
Locked within an endless rage.
Bloody fingers and shattered bone,
My pain-filled cries go unheard,
"She's depressed? That's absurd."
So look, I'm lost and all alone.
My eyes are clouded with burning red,
I'm cold inside, freezing and white,
Like I'm stuck in an unending night.
Perhaps some are better off dead.
I tried to get better, I tried to get well,
But the tears won't stop as they trail down my face,
I'm floating, I'm frozen, falling into disgrace.
Inside my mind there's a stormy hell.
Is it the pressure weighing me down?
The demands I receive out of good will,
Are they ones making me ill?
Or is it myself that's making me frown?
The darkness comes and clogs my throat,
From touch to sight, my senses numb,
Guess that proves I'm really dumb.
Nothing but a poor scapegoat.
Can you tell me the reason, can you tell me the "why"?
Why my smile, my laugh, it all seems faking,
My insides are achi
FreeIn a world where darkness rules,
I reside deep within it's pools.
Quiet emotionless I must be,
Or I'll create a world no one should see.
Destiny keeps me away from friends,
I can not tell them it's the end.
Even with the terror turned to bone,
Fate says I'll always be alone.
Since I'm not yet free, nothing has changed,
It seems like I'm always out of range.
But with someone to hold onto,
I know I'll make it through.
He's the shining light I strife to reach,
Through darkness, I try to breach.
Unwavering, bright and clear,
With him my hope is always near.
I will try to become free,
So I can tell him what he means to me.
Fly Little BirdieFly little birdie in puffy white clouds
Fly far and wide, where ever you go
Stars twinkle for in the dead of night
The sun shines for you, you know.
Fly little birdie and sing your sad song
Fly far from home but never forget
The waters are clear and forever swirling
Your wings are your own, so don't you fret.
Fly little birdie, dance in the sky
Fly high in the air but don't touch the sun
Let the winds ruffle your feathers
It's all just for fun.
Fly little birdie, faster and glide
Fly forever just for me
Your own little show will never die
Carry me forth, over wind and sea
Fly little birdie up over the world
Fly to mountain tops and rest on the tree
Circle and wheeling while climbing the sky
You, little birdie, will forever be free.
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 3
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 3 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
A week went by after the ‘accident’ and you had begun to worry now. Sure they could talk now…. But that was still….. weird. Garfield was a liar…. Talking cats were weird. Arthur would be back to check up on the 4 of you tomorrow, and hopefully he would have the reverse spell.
It was late now and you sat on your couch watching whatever program was on. One of the trio members would occasionally go “STOP! I like this movie.” Or “NO (NAME)! This show is great!”
You would just roll your (eye color) and wait until one of them playfully attacked the other and than would start channel surfing again.
“It’s getting late…. You should start to head bed chica. Its getting late.” Spain said and looked at you, green eyes looking into yours.
You glanced at the clock and saw it was past midnight. “Hmmm…..” You nodded and c
Cat!BTT X Reader - Transformed -Part 4 (FINAL!)
Cat! BTT X Reader
Part 4 of 4- Contest Prize for :iconanger-problems:
You glanced around, eyeing the men around you, distrusting eye’s making contact with theirs.
“ Full house.” Antonio eyed and placed his cars down.
“Ugh, Three of a kind….” Francis sighed.
“Hehe,” Gilbert moved his eyebrows up and down. “Four of a Kind…”
“Uh! No way!” Antonio cried and looked at the 4 Aces Gilbert placed on your dining room table.
“Looks like I von again!” Gilbert yelled happily.
“Not so fast mon ami, (Name) ‘as not yet put ‘er cards down and zhat smirk is saying somezhing.” Francis eyed you.
“As if she has somezhing zhat could beat zhing awesome me!” He said arrogantly.
“Oh really?” You began, arrogance taking over your voice, “Not even a Straight Flush?”
You placed your king, queen, jack, 10 and 9 of hearts down and smiled.
Jack x Reader - A Night to Remember 1
Sneaking in through the nearest window I gently placed my feet on the wooden floors and quietly cursed to myself as the floor faintly creaked under my weight. Yes it was quiet, but to me every little breathe, creak, or even scuff echoed through the house like it was put on speaker phone for the whole world to hear. Of course that sounded the same to everyone who was doing something they knew they weren't suppose to be doing.
Nimbly climbing the stairs I smirked at how I made no sound before turning and making my way down the hall, scalpel in hand ready to slice someones throat open then feast on there insides. There were only two things standing in my way; a door made of oak, and a protective kitten named Twix. The door wasn't an issue since the lock wasn't set, but the second I creaked the door open the hiss of a kitten sounded from within the room. I wasn't a full monster, I had a heart for animals. Especially when it came to young ones, but
NordicsxAbused!Reader- Your SaviorsQuick note; I do not think child abuse is funny in any way or something to take lightly. It’s a serious and real issue.
You walked into your new kindergarten classroom, followed by your mom and dad, than stopped to look around. There were a bunch of kids sitting at the circular tables, all talking with each other. You were about to walk to the seat where you saw your name tag sitting at, but you were stopped by your father’s hand.
“Remember _________, if you misbehave or get in trouble, well...” he said, and made a fist with one of his hands while glaring at you. You gulped and nodded, knowing how seriously he took his threats. You than continued to walk to your place at a table, and took your seat while your parents left the room.
“Hello, I’m Mr. Yao. You must be __________,” someone said. You turned around to see your teacher, a tall man with black hair tied back in a ponytail, smiling at you.
“Hello,” you said,
Grub!Karkat x Reader
…Karkat. Oh lord. I went to pick him up out of the basket by his cute wittle candy red grub body, only to have him bite the hell out of my finger. “HOLY SHIT OW GOD DAMN IT KARKAT WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!” I screeched, sucking on the bitten finger while glaring right back at the little grub. His pure red eyes were kind of alarming though. I was about to punish him when I heard him sniffle. I sighed, dropped my hand, and gently massaged his head, being wary of his horns. When he started to purr, I carefully picked him up and held him to my chest, like you would a baby. I thought he might bite again, but he didn’t; he just snuggled up to me, while looking me directly in the eye. “Sleepy my little guy?” He squeaked, and began nibbling on my shirt. I silently giggled, and made my way to our bedroom. I slipped him into the slime after giving him a quick reminder to not ingest that crap,
EnglandxReader- Just My RoommateYou pulled your tattered (f/c) coat closer to you as you walked down the streets, lit only by lanterns. You were just wandering around aimlessly, not having anywhere else to go. Your parents had decided to kick you out and you didn’t have any friends since you had recently moved to this neighborhood. Your breath billowed out in clouds of steam and you rubbed your arms, this cold was not making your situation any better.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” you muttered to yourself. Than you felt two people roughly put their hands on your shoulders. Me and my big mouth, you thought as they led you into a darkened alley. They turned you around and you saw to men in hoods, and a shadow was cast so you couldn’t make out their faces.
“Hand over your valuables and you don’t get hurt.” One of them growled, and you suppressed the urge to laugh. You had no valuables.
“I wish, but I don’t have anything. But if
F.A.C.E x Reader: Kirkland Family Reunion Pt 1
If you have yet read the first 3 F.A.C.E series please do before reading this fic. Thank you
You ran as fast as you could through the halls of the abandoned building. You heard footsteps getting louder. The coldness of the air was getting to you as you looked for a way out. You spotted a door as you ran for it but something or rather someone blocked your way.
“Hello, Poppet.” You saw the strawberry haired Britain with his bright blue eyes swirled with pink. He looked so much taller then you remembered. You started backing up when you heard the laughter of the redish brown haired American as he was holding his nail filled bat over his shoulder. You smelt the scent of cigarette smoke as you turned to see the sloppy Frenchman standing with the hockey stick wielding Canadian. They all looked taller then you remembered.
“Nowhere to go now.” Matt told you as the four started walking towards you closing the gaps for you to run. The laughter sunk in as the four
RussiaxReader - Rise
“I…love you, _______. Ya tebyA IyublyU. I always will…”
An echo in darkness…
A final tear fell from his right eye, landing and staying on the comatose woman’s left closed eye.
A drop of rain in the abyss…
How could that be? How could she feel that strange sensation on her eyelid? That strange feeling of…wet…is that the right word? It’d been so long since she’d known what was the right word she wasn’t sure. And then…her muscles? It’s that right? Her facial muscles scrunched a bit at the sensation. She could feel herself rising out of the darkness…slowly ever so slowly…
But that voice…she knew that voice…she knew it anywhere…it pulled at her essence and lifted her up…it called to her…it could only be…
A tall and pale Russian spoke to the doctor somberly. Tears still threatening to fall. Then nurse flew by. But she came back. She panted b
as sweet as you: Secret punk!readerX2P!England“Ugh, the moment I get home she is dead!” you muttered angrily, while driving home.
You were just going out to get some groceries for whatever you would deem worthy as diner for that evening, but what you just heard had made you seriously consider spiking your sister's food.
Your parents were pretty much always away for work, so you had been the one raising your sister since your were about 15. in the beginning you denied any sort of responsibility, trying to somehow get your parents' attention back. You got your ears pierced and dyed your hair until it looked like you would have had to strangle a unicorn and take it's mane to get that hair-color, but they didn't even seem to mind.
Eventually you gave up and tried to be a good “parent” for your sister, who had grown impossibly introverted and considered her best friend a better sister than you. You often regretted your relationship, but whenever you told yourself you'd change you came face to face with her and y
It's the thought that counts, right? he questions himself as he stands outside her door. He just hopes she likes wildflowers since he knows she hates roses.
She knows it's pointless to hope for something she can't have but as she watches the green boy in his attempts to get her to smile, she can't help but wonder if it's so pointless after all.
It's pointless, he knows, to think that maybe he'll stay with him one day. But as Robin watches him drive away, he can't help but sigh dejectedly.
Robin looked around the fluffy-looking common room in confusion. "Umm, Beast Boy? What did you do?"
"Hey, don't look at me. I told Cyborg buying a chicken would endanger our lives!"
Heroes didn't use lethal weapons for very specific reasons and as a general rule. So when Robin watches the white-haired girl swing a sword expertly without harming anyone too badly, he thinks there are exceptions to every rule.
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